In Köln, a town of monks and bones,And pavement fangd with murderous stones,And rags and hags, and hideous wenches,I counted two-and-seventy stenches,All well defined, and several stinks!Ye nymphs that reign oer sewers and sinks,The River Rhine, it is well known,Doth wash your city of Cologne;But tell me, nymphs! what power divineShall henceforth wash the river Rhine? ColeridgeCologne.